Relative Something

This weekend, I am home alone with our animals while Cyndie is up at the lake place with friends. I’ve only lost track of Asher twice so far while I have been tending to the horses or mowing some grass. After walking to the house across the road up the hill, around our home, and up and down our driveway without finding him, I went back to what I was doing, and he showed up soon after both times.

I’m claiming, “no harm, no foul.”

We are getting along like a couple of guys home alone for the weekend. He lets me watch football games with the sound on too loud, and I have been keeping him entertained with his squeaky chew toys and Kong balls.

We both have taken naps.

The weather has been about as fine as September can offer, making it a joy to be outside, and as I mentioned yesterday, the horses have been looking as calm and contented as ever.

This morning, Asher hung around the barn the whole time while I went through the usual routine, cleaning up after and feeding the herd.

We are enjoying the good life for the moment. It’s what all creatures crave, no?

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